Fugitives Dream

Lyrics by：Bruce Springsteen

Composed by：Bruce Springsteen

Produced by：Bruce Springsteen/Ron Aniello

Sir I'm a pilgrim and a stranger in this land

Once I had a home here and my salvation was at hand

I lived in a fine home on a far hillside

I had two beautiful children

And a kind and loving wife

One day a man came to town with nothing

And nowhere to go

He came to me and he mentioned something

I'd done a long time ago

I allowed him into my home

On his vow our secret would never see the light

At night I'd lay awake in my wife's arms

She sighed Joe are you alright?

I thought I could hold on my vows I tried to keep

Day after day I felt myself grow weak

One night I dressed by moonlight

And kissed my wife on the cheek

And I fled into the darkness of Union Street

And night after night

The same dream keeps coming 'round

I'm standing high in the green hills

On the outskirts of town

The night air fills my lungs and rustles my shirt

In the distance I can see the building

Where I used to work

I break through the open fields

And out onto Old Town road

I run faster and faster

'Til I feel like my chest'll explode

As I draw near

The town's lit by a red summer moon

I feel your arms around me

I wake up in this room